Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)
John Prine.
Album: The Tree Of Forgiveness.
Capo 1.
Intro: D
A D
If you like your apples sweet,
A D
And your streets are not concrete,
D A
You'll be in your bed by nine every night,
D A D
Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal,
A
And your best friend's four-eyed pal,
A D
To a treat right down the street that's dynamite,
D
Now let your conscience be your guide,
G
If you put your foot inside,
D G
You wish you left your well-enough alone,
G D B
When you got hell to pay, put the truth on layaway,
E A D
And blame it on that ole' crazy bone.
G D
Crazy bone (crazy bone), crazy bone (crazy bone),
E A Em7 A
Well you wish you'd left your well-enough alone,
G D B
When you got hell to pay, put the truth on layaway,
E A D
And blame it on the ole' crazy bone.
D
Don't be stuck up in Alaska, when you should be in Nebraska,
D A
On a Thursday when it's Egg & Daughter Nite,
A
When the farmers come to town,
A
And they spread them eggs around,
A D
And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink,
D
Well you're probably standing there
D
With your slicked-back, brylcreem hair,
D G
Your Lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb,
G
If they knew what you were thinking.
D B
They'd run you out of Lincoln,
E A D
Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone,
G D
Crazy bone (crazy bone), crazy bone (crazy bone),
E A
Well you must have left your wisdom tooth at home,
G
If they knew what you were thinking,
D B
They'd run you out of Lincoln,
E A D
Blame it on the ole' crazy bone.
D
When the grandkids all are grown,
D
And they put you in a home,
D A
And eternity is approaching fast,
A
Yeah you're half out of your head,
A
And you probably pissed the bed,
A D
And you can't see a thing to save your ass,
D
And far across the prairie (prairie),
D
In the local cemetery ('tery),
D G
They already got your name carved out in stone,
G D A B
When all them nurses say, "Grandpa why you walk that way?"
E A D
Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone,
E A
Yeah blame it on that ole' crazy...
G D
bone (crazy bone), crazy bone (crazy bone),
E A
And everybody in that old folks' home,
G
If they knew what you were thinking,
D B
They'd run you out of Lincoln,
E7 A D
Blame it on the ole' crazy bone.
E7 A D B
And everybody in that old folks' home,
E7 A D
Yeah blame it on that ole' crazy bone.
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